Quiet people still have a lot going on in their heads, if not more so.

Aren’t I good enough? God knows, I try And I thought I knew                               But now I do I am not loved          Nor liked I am not a person         But food For the sharks Some words from a poem I wrote a long time ago. This poem is painful to read, partly because … Continue reading Quiet people still have a lot going on in their heads, if not more so.